Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
Alex's POV
I took my usual seat at the table for lunch. I gave very brief details to my friends, of course they tried to dig more out of me but Faith came before they could succeed, she sat next to me and gave a smile. 
"I missed you," she placed a kiss on my cheek.
"I missed you too," I smiled.
The entire table rolled their eyes and continued eating. A girl from my English class spotted me and stopped walking. 
"Hey Alex! Do you think you could give me a little more context on the assignment we got? I'm still a bit lost," she asked. 
"Of course, I'll see you in class later," I replied. 
She thanked me and moved on. I looked over at Faith, she only looked down at her food and picked at it. 
"Is something wrong?" I asked her. 
She glared at me and glanced at my friends. I was about to talk until someone else sat on the other side of me. 
"Alex," Dean whispered. 
I looked at him, "Why are you wearing sunglasses? Are those my clothes?!" 
"Thats not important. I just need to sit with you losers for today," he put a grape in his mouth, "You want your milk?" 
I rolled my eyes and put it on his tray. 
"Why do you want to sit with us?" My friend, Jorge, asked. 
"You're a nosey motherfucker," he replied. 
"Dean," I scolded. 
"It's a personal thing," he continued eating. 
"It's just so random that you decided to sit with this table. Don't you have your own group?" Faith chimed in. 
"Don't you have your own group?" Dean looked around me. 
"I wanted to sit with my boyfriend, it's kinda normal." 
"Oh look at that, and he's my brother case closed," he started picking at the empty milk carton, tearing it into tiny pieces. 
"Dean, just tell me what's going on," I crossed my arms. 
"FINE!" He snapped and took his sunglasses off. 
His eyes were surrounded by dark circles and were borderline bloodshot. 
"Since all your friends have to know here you go. After almost dying this morning I felt like shit I barely got any hours of sleep and I'm also suffering from anxiety without smoking as well as slight hand tremors so I can barely hold a damn pencil in my hand. I also put your clothes on because every piece of my clothing needs to be washed so I don't smell the drugs on them," he explained. 
"Why aren't you smoking?" I put my hand on his wrist, I could feel him almost trembling. 
"I want to be sober," he put his glasses back on, "I needed to sit with you guys because my friends will just set me back into the same old routine. I don't want that." 
He stood up and started walking away, but stopped when he reached Faith. 
"Oh yeah, nice to officially meet you by the way," he gave a fake smile and a thumbs up, then made his way out. 
My table sat in silence for a few moments. Faith stood and gestured for me to follow her. I did, she lead me behind a building where no one was. She stopped, turned around, and slapped me as hard as she could. I held my face, feeling the sting that was getting worse.
"That's for talking to another bitch, and if I catch you again it's going to be worse," she growled, and left me there. 
What the hell?
Dean's POV
I bumped into my friends outside the cafeteria. I guess my plan to avoid them didn't really work out. I told them about the events that happened earlier, and how I planned to quit. 
"You won't last long," one laughed. 
"How'd you even know it was me anyway?" I asked. I wasn't even dressed in my own clothes. 
"You walked out with your head up. Alex walks and stares at the ground most of the time. We might be high Dean, but we know our friend when we see him," Justin put a gummy in his mouth, an edible no doubt. 
"Huh, well thanks for the confidence. I'll see you guys later," I tried to walk away. 
"Hey! I have a business opportunity for you!" Justin called out. 
"What?" I turned around. 
He leaned over into my ear, "You want to deal?" 
"Deal what?" 
"Come on man deal, sell," he reiterated. 
I backed away from him, "Are you serious?" 
"Think about it. If you're not doing em, might as well sell them," he shrugged. 
I put my hands in my pockets and shook my head, "No I'm not trying to be arrested." 
"You won't be. Trust me. Just think about it," he patted my shoulder and walked away. 
No. Absolutely not.